Octavinelle

Just because you were friends with the Octavinelle trio didn't mean you were just a calm and stoic as they were. No, you were as energetic as a puppy playing fetch.

None of them seemed to mind that you were so energetic, however. In fact, they welcomed it.

Often times, when Azul was too tired to send out messages to those who owed him himself, he'd send you to do it.

You didn't mind.

It gave you something to do and a way to burn off that energy you always had. Working at the Mostro Lounge allowed you to do the same, but it wasn't always enough to get you to a normal level.

However, sometimes even you got tired.

Like now, resting in Azul's dorm with the three of them. They were watching a movie, which was at a low volume so it wouldn't wake you up, while Azul carded his hands calmly through your hair.

Then Aqua opened the door. She was the pick me that everyone in Octavinelle knew. Also the one who wouldn't leave any of you alone.

She walked in like she owned the place, giving you a disapproving glance, before glancing at the others.

"What're you watching?" She asked loudly, pausing as the three's gaze snapped to her.

"If you're going to talk, do it quietly,"

Azul warned softly, brow furrowing in pure annoyance at Aqua's audacity.

"You know how rare it is to have (your name) tired, don't ruin it," Floyd offered with a scowl, as Aqua sat down on the edge of the bed, giving the movie a sidelong glance before her gaze went back to you.

"..Fair enough," She muttered finally, grumbling under her breath.

Sure, she was an asshole sometimes, but she knew when it was best to shut her trap. Especially when all three of the Octavinelle trio were staring her down for speaking above twenty decibels while you were finally sleeping.

Azul tore his gaze away from Aqua after a moment, continuing the relaxing movement of running his hands through your hair.